For the eighteenth episode of our bi-monthly podcast, Fate and Owl sit down and talk with Ashley about their fic entitled "How To Be A Queen". Join us we dis...
honestly, your lips would never lie to me
I can taste your love approaching me
this feeling’s too good
lovely, I can’t believe you love me
on a warm spring night you stunned me
this feeling’s too good
minecraft is like the scariest game nowadays. I remember playing it ten years ago and I was scared of night just because of skeletons but now kids these days can’t even build a house with an oceanfront view because of water zombies who sound like drowning men.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Stardew Valley (Video Game)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda)
Summary:
There's life after death and it comes from in a yellow manila envelope.
What happens when you don't talk to your dad for ten years and then all of a sudden he's dead? Zelda doubts that there's a right answer. Now she's running around a 5-acre farm that hadn't grown anything in over a decade. The townspeople are odd (that hadn't change), there's a cowboy down the road that doesn't know when to leave her alone, and an itch to do better and be better. The only thing that's stopping her is a shallow watering can and vengeful crows.
One of these days Zelda will figure out if she made the right choice.
Yes, I'm still writing! Though disclaimer: I feel super rusty like I don't remember how to write. It's been too long.
3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.
Set during BotW 2 based on the scraps we've received thus far, with the take that the Link we see in the trailers is actually not our Link at all. 😉
—Vulnerable—
Zelda startles at the eyes watching her.
It takes her a moment to adjust to the darkness. The moon had begun descending from the sky but the stars were still bright out. The chilled air bites at her cheek but her back is warm. Behind her, the fire sparks and crackles loudly despite what should have been dying light.
Jolting up to peer through the flames, she meets the piercing blue gaze of Link. Except he isn’t her Link—not with the way his hair unruly tussles and his arm glows an eerie green. The garb he sports mirrors that within a tapestry once adorned in the castle, and the look he gives her is weathered and old.
“What are you—”
The words choke in her throat uncharacteristically; the hairs on her arm betraying her nerves. He claims to be the Hero from 10,000 years ago, here to help seal Calamity Ganon once and for all, and yet—
“The more he tries to suppress me during the day, the more exhausted he is at night. It makes him truly vulnerable.”
Toneless and blunt. Seemingly disinterested if she hadn’t known better. If Link hadn’t warned her.
He wants something from you.
Her eyes narrow, fingers curling around her bedroll. “You could just leave him alone. That would solve the problem.”
“It would not. I would not be here if I was not needed.”
Zelda grunts in agreement. She can’t deny that he’s been a huge help—from decrypting the ancient Zonai scriptures below the castle to utilizing his right arm against monsters that roam the plains. His actions have been good, friendly even, and yet—
She clutches instinctively at the Master Sword, entrusted in her hand since its original owner cannot wield it. Because while the Sword that Seals the Darkness has always been held by Hylia’s Chosen, it burns this Hero of the Past.
He sighs in a way that’s not so much exasperated as it is tired. “You can lower your guard, Princess. If he truly did not trust me, he would not allow me within your vicinity. He does not fear that I will harm you.”
He’s not wrong. “Then…?”
“You remind me of her.” A scoff. “Well, of course you do.”
“Your princess,” she says without a doubt. A glint flickers in his eyes. “What does she have to do with all this?”
He stands slowly like he’s not trying to scare her, but the tension in his stance reminds her of a predator approaching prey. Just like that, he turns from weary spirit to marksman, as if he’s been waiting for her to utter those very words. His eyes, sharp like a cat’s, zeroes in on her as his silent step draws him nearer. Maybe she should run, but the shiver down her spine tells her he would enjoy the chase.
He crouches low, kneeling in front of her as his left hand grazes her cheek. The warmth she’s accustomed to is nearly nonexistent in his touch.
“Are you curious? Of what transpired 10,000 years ago?”
Her ears involuntarily twitch and she grinds her teeth together to temper any further reaction. She wonders if he has access to Link’s memories of her, of the knowledge of her traits and therefore her inquisitive nature, with his attempt to lure her interest just so. Or perhaps she and her predecessor had more in common than she dared to believe.
Zelda swallows, grip tightening on the hilt. She swears it pulses within her palm. “We know what happened. It’s recorded in the texts—”
He tsks, interrupting her in a way her knight never would have. “The stories are always told from an outsider’s perspective. Always stop after Ganon is defeated.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you want to see it through our eyes?”
He says this gently, tone low and soothing, a stark contrast to how intently he stares at her. He harnesses her gaze as if he’s trying to peer into her soul, reaching deep to find remnants of something familiar. She doesn’t know what he sees, only that it causes his eyes to shine brighter and her own lids to grow heavier.
Her body sways forward and he catches her effortlessly, craning her neck up so as to not lose sight of her gaze. The gesture is intimate, the embrace natural like he’s held her like this before, but the books never spoke of such a relationship between the last Hero and Princess.
“I can show you what never gets recorded. What we hid for the sake of duty. What so many of us had to ignore in order to succeed, and how we are fallible regardless.”
His offer suddenly sounds much more enticing. The prospect of knowing a truth no one else knew. Of witnessing the success her kingdom failed to replicate a hundred years ago. Of deciphering why such tragedy had to befall them in the first place.
She knows better than to become a still target, and yet—
“How?”
He smiles, leaning in closer when she doesn’t fight him, a semblance of triumph etched on his lips. His breath fans across her face like a whisper, a promise carried into the wind. It’s then she hears it—a voice not unlike her own.
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